Oor Wee Scuil Poems.qxp - Ulster-Scots Agency
Oor Wee Scuil Poems.qxp - Ulster-Scots Agency
Oor Wee Scuil Poems.qxp - Ulster-Scots Agency
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#18<br />
To The Potatoe<br />
(Tae the Proota)<br />
By James Orr (1770—1816)<br />
I ledge we’d fen gif fairly quat o’<br />
The weed we smoke, an’ chow the fat o’;<br />
An’ wadna grudge to want the wat o’<br />
Wealth-wastin’ Tea;<br />
But leeze me on the precious Pratoe,<br />
My country’s stay!<br />
Bright blooms the Bean that scents the valley,<br />
An’ bright the Pea, that speels the salie,<br />
An’ bright the Plumb tree, blossom’t brawley,<br />
An’ blue-bow’t lint;<br />
But what we’ straught rais’t raws can tally,<br />
That sunbeams tint.<br />
Thou feeds our beasts o’ ilka kin’,<br />
The gen’rous steed, and grov’lin’ swine;<br />
An’ poultry tribes; the doves ay fine,<br />
An’ ducks besmear’d ay.<br />
Dear was the man, an’ half divine,<br />
Wha here first rear’d ye.<br />
I ledge we’d fen gif fairly quat o’<br />
The weed we smoke, an’ chow the fat o’;<br />
An’ wadna grudge to want the wat o’<br />
Wealth-wastin’ Tea;<br />
But leeze me on the precious Pratoe,<br />
My country’s stay!